Self-Incarcerated!!

Blogging Friends.... This post was supposed to be "published" yesterday night. But, alas, I was exhausted!! I could hardly keep my eyes open, much less hear myself think!! Sigh.... Oh well, here it is now!!    

Consequences. We all have to face them from time to time. Because, there will be consequences for our actions. It never fails!! These consequences can be resulted from some colossal form of bad behavior. Or nothing smaller than childish disobedience. We screw up. Participate in something that is wrong. And then we pay the consequences. Every time. For nobody is perfect.... Right? Not even canines. Two mornings ago, I was taking a quick shower. As soon as I'd finished, I immediately observed that Rose was missing!! Uh-oh. Don't panic. I'll find her. She's around here somewhere!! My bed? No. The great room? No. Mom and Dad's bedroom? No. Outside? Not likely. Then, somebody considered Uncle Michael's bedroom. The door was closed. She turned its knob. Standing there on the other side, waiting--patiently--yet looking rather co nfused, was Rose!! Poor girl? Well.... Consider the believable facts in how Rose got locked behind that wooden hollow bedroom door. It was not because somebody accidently closed it on her. Uh-uh. Rose's black nostrils detected something, something tempting, something of bread "crusts" and butter. She is my "food lovin'" Beagle cross, after all!! And nobody was watching that hound!! Rose wandered freely toward Uncle Michael's bedroom, where, placed upon his couch, lie her "treasure"!! Why not go after it? I am continuously scolding Rose for licking Uncle Michael's plate clean. Will she ever learn? Answer: Never!! However, the other morning presented a rather unique challenge!! We have been experiencing some high outside temperatures. So, Uncle Michael's window was open with his blue fan on full blast. And the air current sucked that door closed!! With a loud slam!! I can only imagine Rose's reaction during that moment in time. Her facial features are so expressive!! Front legs propped up on Uncle Michael's couch, teeth chewing those toast "crusts", jaws working away, when the door slammed closed!! I imagine that her brown velvet-soft ears perked, and forehead furrowed. She had reached the point of zero return.... There was no going back. No going back. Her "bad dog" behavior was reaping its consequences!! And, as resulted, she had become self-incarcerated!! Really?! Fortunately, I arrived just in the nick of time to rescue my little girl!! Or.... Bail her out!! The following morning, Rose was caught--"red pawed"--licking Uncle Michael's plate clean!! Again. What am I going to do with her....?